Monday 17th December, they still haven't noticed. pic.twitter.com/z1hfXmfK5a
— Paul Bronks (@SlenderSherbet) December 17, 2018
— Daniel W. Drezner (@dandrezner) December 18, 2018
T'was the night before Christmas, when in the White House.
A creature was tweeting, with keyboard and mouse.
The shutdown continued, but he felt no one cared.
As he hoped that the Wall Money, soon would be there.
— Alex Seitz-Wald (@aseitzwald) December 24, 2018
The blood trees were lonely, nobody is there,
Not even his children, they're fleeing by air.
— David Henry (@WorstThtCldHppn) December 24, 2018
The Senators were all home, taking a break
Each asking themselves how much more to take
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
He tweeted not to panic, the market now in tatters
Away to the window we all flew like a flash
Wondering how this guy could turn this to ash
— Jason Zimmerman (@zimmy1998) December 24, 2018
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
he bailed out the back cause he knew what's the matter,
More rapid than Eagles the prosecutors they came,
Trump shouted and screamed and called them foul names.
— Richard Kapuaala (@rkapuaala) December 24, 2018
Twas the night before Christmas, when through the White House
Not a Kushner was resting, not even his spouse;
The documents were hung by the shredder with care,
In fears that Bob Mueller soon would be there#TrumpChristmasShutdown #TrumpShutdown #TrumpResign
— Orca (@Orcalover25) December 24, 2018